I'll follow you {Niam/Larry fanfic}

Chapter 13 ~ Interviews, surprises & fluff

Okay guys, here goes the rant. I'm really sorry that I didn't update last week. The reason is simple: school. I'm really stressed and I have sleeping problems so I'm tired all the time, and also I have so much homework and stupid tests and shit all the time.

This week, we have a thing that in swedish is called Prao. It's basically that you work for a week. It's like practise for the future, to go and ask for jobs. So I'm gonna work in a candy store!

I'm gonna be so fat, hehe. But yeah, now you know that school is making my life really hard. And we even have homework over this week!

I'm also sorry that this story is so boring, I'm having major writers block and it's just boring! Nothing is happening...

Okay, enough with that, here's chapter 13!

Oops, one more thing. THANK YOU guys so fucking much for reading my story! Never thought that I would have 2,540 reads!

PLUS it's my birthday next saturday :D! OKAY I'M GONNA SHUT UP NOW!

Third persons' POV

Harry can't stop thinking about the kiss. He actually did it. And he was now very curtain. He fancied Louis. But he still thought it was wrong, his family and friends raised him thinking that it was wrong being gay. But he couldn't help himself. Not with Louis' clear blue eyes, and his featherly hair, his cute button nose and everything about him.

He came back to the hospital the next morning, Louis didn't mention anything. They talked about random stuff. Harry didn't dare to say anything.

Louis himself couldn't stop thinking about the kiss. He knew it was a guy, because of the lips. He hoped it was Harry, but he wasn't sure. He was startled when he woke up with the lips on his. He thought about it the whole night. Who could it have been?

Zayn and Nikki left first thing in the morning, tuesday morning.

Niall's POV -WARNING, some intense fluff-

It was tuesday today. I felt... happy. I finally had Liam, I could kiss him, hold him, anything I wanted. He was all I wanted.

I sat up im my bed, feeling Liam stirr in his sleep.

He's so cute, I thought.

I decided to let him sleep, so I made my way to the bathroom, nature calls y' know.

"Ni?" I heard Liam call.

"Yeah, babe. In the bathroom. Go back to sleep, I'm gonna make some pancakes" I answered.

When I was done I unlocked the door but didn't walk out. Instead I stared at myself in the mirror.

"No, you just gonna eat 'em all! I know you Niall. Plus, you can't really cook..."

I laughed at that. Damn it, he knew me.

"Bitch please, now you're not gonna get any!"

"Aw, babe I'm sorry! I would love some of your delicious pancakes!"

"Ah-uh, to late!"

He chuckled and I heard him come up to the bathroom door. He opened and I roamed my eyes over his bare chest. His sweats were hanging low and I could see the hem of his boxers. His abs were defined and he had bed hair, which was sexy as hell.

He walked towards me and stood behind me, putting his arms around my waist and stared in my eyes in the mirror.

My blonde hair was ruffled and I was really pale. My boring blue eyes were bright, and filled with... love? Adoration?